Ill Treatment

Ill treatmentShadows on a dainty daydream,

Suppressed aspirations gasping for air,

As appealing as a chemist’s life may seem,

Drugs slowly became a suffocating nightmare.


With oppression and compliance she had a long-standing history,

She had often endured a daily dose of bullies due to her beauty and brains,

To honour her heritage, she had been forced to study chemistry,

But no chemical equation could solve how to break free of the chains.


While she had fallen into the habit of writing prescriptions,

She had fallen in love with the romance and boulevards of Paris,

Obeying the same tedious routines had become an infliction,

Yet, she promised herself and her parents that she wouldn’t embarrass.


She imagined a cure for this plague of parents and pill-popping,

Then she could finally live on her own terms in a dreamy utopia,

She would stage a rising that would be both liberating and jaw-dropping,

Or she would forever rue missed opportunities: her worst phobia.


Until now, she never had the courage to venture off course,

Always a passenger in life, never a driver,

Finally, they would notice the colours on this once invisible dark horse,

No longer a vulnerable victim, but a strong survivor!


Far behind her she would leave those encounters with the ill,

And wake up each morning, following the words “carpe diem”,

She’d work hard to reach her dreams of modelling, and each day would bring a new thrill,

Then she’d look back one day and cherish her long days of freedom.










Enjoy every moment ✈️ Faigh an ceann is fearr ar an eagla Folgen Sie Ihren Träumen Faites des souvenirs

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